meaning I run really really slow. People walk faster than I run. My son can run circles around me. I probably run a 15 minute mile. I started running again two years ago, lost some extra baggage, felt good about myself, and was getting ready to move into my forties. Then bam! Preggers! Which was so great because I had given up on having my third after 5 years of trying. So, my beautiful baby girl is here because (I think) of running. She’s almost 17 months now, and I made an honest attempt at running the end of this summer, BUT I got a flat. My jogger sucks! It’s been nothing but trouble. It sits on the carport unused, as I sit in the house unused. I could walk, but I don’t like to walk. I want to run! I want to run fast! I know, babysteps. I’m going to do it…